Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 447

In a heartbeat, Marguerite’s body was trembling, her legs shaking.

She approached the car, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch Frederick’s shoulder, “Fred…Frederick, what happened? Wake up, wake up…”

Frederick did not react, and all that awaited her was a deathly silence.

Suddenly, Marguerite’s head was buzzing, and she pushed Frederick again with more force..

“Frederick, don’t scare me. Wake up, wake up!”

Her voice, tinged with a sob, had scarcely ceased when Frederick rolled towards her.

Taken aback, Marguerite instinctively extended her arms to catch him, only to realize he was soaked through.

Touching him, she realized he was covered in blood!

look at Hayes, only to find the little

been ambushed? Who would dare to ambush Frederick? Did they want

moonlight, Frederick’s face was deathly pale, his breathing

to calm down, mustering all her strength to drag Frederick from the driver’s

being almost six feet tall, was a hefty

barely support him, but she gritted

was thoroughly stained with

and unbearable, and Marguerite could not help

at Marguerite’s nightgown, crying

But she couldn’t afford to lose her composure now,

her hands into fists, steadying herself enough

a basin of hot water right now, and

streaks of blood on his face making a

and ran off.

beside Frederick, but she couldn’t find his